Where Manufacturing Matters

At eighteen years old, I had my life planned out perfectly – or so I thought. It was the summer of 1997 and I had just graduated Strongsville High School and was set to attend Cuyahoga Community College, and transfer to OSU shortly after. My older sisters had already gone off to college, and my parents wanted, even expected, me to follow suit. My neighbor owned an HVAC company, and offered me a job delivering parts to his technicians for the summer. Business was booming that year, and before I knew it I was being sent on service calls, and doing fairly well.